I owe a lot to someone I’ve watch her tear full like an icarus it was like a star which is the sun

When I see a rabbit crushed by a moving van I have dreams of maniac computers miscalculating serious items pertinent to our lives.

Look at it It’s all blank The face in the photograph Too dark for features But the praying mantis

I hear kitten pawing Cheap rug above my head The plain fact, you see, He is one flight closer To a moon than I becomes

First morning air of ocean grief down Brighton Ave. flow like soli… raft through calm river . . . Bus… engine in the grey expanse garage… this stuttering earth . . ..

We read life’s style review shaking from pacts drawn up in past to weep for lost loves

Aunt Winnie fingers the thunder t… so that we have left everything as… but not as a cloud mind steps besi… the slow reservoir now it is all of this, the pink bu…

Lovely tones of mist sweep off the channels of England and the Irish sea ring with the strength of a home, from where you are and from where